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It was rather mandatory to form a meet-and-greet after joining a clan. That was, according to Kosherpickle's father. It's best to get to know the natives of a group before making too much contact, of course. "Meet-and-greet!" called Kosher with grin. "Gather around, my lovelies. Introduce yourself and state three things about you. I'm Kosherpickle, and my father is a less-than-decent traveler. I really, really like catnip. I'm also quite good with the ladies..." the virgin paused, as she had told her comrades a lie.
If one should know anything about Kosherpickle, it should be that she was not the smoothest rock in the stream.
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y(o)u are a madman. (meet-and-greet)
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A meet and greet, she had nothing better to do. "Whats up, my name is Rhea, when i was a kit i lived in Blizzardclan but then left coz reasons, yeah but i umm lets see." she shifted her paws, the gold she-cat had no idea what to say. "i guess thats basically it i dont have much history any where."
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Hawkclan | Trainee | Flower prints | 'Patchwork' unicorn | Hover for appearance
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Flower Prints | Easy
Slender unicorn with a black and dark grey cloth pelt, long white mane and tail, light blue horn and eyes (Current and only body)
Bill Cipher x Savannah Euthalia
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[color=#82788B]"ThoughtsKnows a few Elvish words and phrases
Loves to sing, especially lullabies or gentle songs
Loves to heal and fight
Gets incredibly angry and unreasonable if provoked
Has a very negative outlook on life, tries to seem sweet and shy to hide what she's really likeAll art (c) original owners
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the storms of life have weathered and eroded my heart
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INGŌ
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 218px; width: 297px; margin-left: 177px; padding: 8px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: inherit; width: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 37px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: inherit; width: inherit; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #fff; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; text-transform: lowercase;]Ingō shambled over with a bored look on her small face. It was yet another meet-and-greet. “Yo. My name is Ingō. I was formerly known as Yuko Kojima, I have a lot of battle scars, and I killed my father.” she coldly announced. -
leo wandered over with a single brow raised, not exactly seeing the point of this. but... he felt excited for some reason- nah, never mind. that was extremely short-lived, haha. saying your name and getting to know others had seemed fine and dandy at first, but now, upon closer examination... it was rather boring. he could learn enough about people just by looking at them. nothing seemed unpredictable to him, so that's why he got bored with that talent of his and with other people. "my name's leo baskerville. i'm married to elliot nightray, i have more kids than i can count- most of them are dead or missing-... and.. uh, what else? oh, right. my sister is the dreaded lacie, who also goes by homura and many other things..." the cloaked. winged male sighed out, falling to his haunches and curling his bushy tail neatly around his paws.
honestly... he didn't know what else to say about himself that would make people suspect him for literally every death or murder that had ever taken place.